What better way to start off the New Year than to have a chat with a woman, with possibly the greatest sense of what it means to be fit, about a race that is ...
Well, Denver, we've eaten our body weight in meatballs and fruitcake and forsaken exercise for A Charlie Brown Christmas. The headlines of magazines scream "N...
Twas the fat before Christmas, because all through the house
Not a person was exercising, nor leaving the couch.
The running shoes sat by the door ready to go...
I walked into the Mile High Down Syndrome Association holiday party on Saturday morning thirty minutes late and not knowing at all what to expect. It also didn...
303’s Party Issue is hot off the presses, folks. We’re picking out our holiday dresses with the right amount of sparkle, perfecting the art of knotting a bow ...
Here we sit, Denver, in front of the TV, mopping up the last of the gravy with our final bite of leftover turkey. For dessert, we have two, okay, three of o...
At this moment, on this turkey-filled day, my friend T-lish has officially lost count of how many hours it has been since her last cigarette. She’s smoked sin...
That’s right, Denver. Miss BeFit has officially made the transition from beach bum to snow bunny. This is someone who, before last weekend, couldn’t even walk...
One of the best things about daylight-saving time, aside from that extra glorious hour you get to spend lolling around in bed on Sunday, is that it makes it t...
I don’t know a thing about baseball. I mean, I get the gist. I understand that you swing a bat at a ball, three strikes and you’re out, yadda yadda, but I’m s...
The first snow of winter 2011 has barely had a chance to stick and already we are reaching for the creamy soup-filled bread bowls, rather than the s...
As a fairly recent Denver transplant from the South, I can tell you that fall doesn’t really exist in those states, or at least the ones that I’ve been to. It...